Josiah
Avalon Starr kissed me on the lips, and for the love of everything holy, I could have sworn I was kissing Olivia. Although the lips were small, and the smell was all wrong, the technique…the technique was so very familiar. For just a moment, I closed my eyes and indulged in the fantasy that it was indeed Olivia who had me so firmly by the neck. But then it registered that the hands were too small, I was bending far too low, and above all, she didn’t taste like Olivia at all. I couldn’t keep pretending, and I pulled back, more surprised at my own reaction than I was by the fact that she had just grabbed me and kissed me out of the blue. I could have stopped her before she waltzed out the door, but I decided it was better, for both of us, if I just let her go.
I looked down at
